I'm still here, people! Hurricane Earl was no match for moi!
Actually? For all of the bullsh*t hype about it, Earl was kind of a big, fat dud....but, I'm not complaining (WHEW!).
So, I have a story for you.
I know, I know. Like WHEN do I NOT have a story, right?
But this one's a good one. Trust me. Here goes....
I used to have this friend. I never really realized that we weren't friends anymore. I just thought that due to life taking us in different directions, we grew apart. We still talked occasionally and we sent each other Christmas cards. But that's pretty much the extent of our relationship for the last few years.
This "growing apart" thing? TOTALLY fine with me. Because honestly? I have ALWAYS found this person to be annoying and exhausting to be around. She's not someone who's easy to reason with. She has NO sense of humor. She takes everything literally (like a child). And? She's a hypocrite.
Recently, I found out that this person--who I rarely ever see--has been reading my blog and leaving me REALLY HURTFUL "anonymous" comments---which are not so anonymous anymore due to the wonders of modern technology. Thank.You.Very.Much.
When I found out it was her? Initially? I wanted to BUST HER BIG, FAT FACE. But, honestly, I'm all talk AND that's not how I roll. Plus, I don't want to go to prison, where I'll be somebody's b*tch, because I hate it when people try to boss me around.
So, I confronted her--rather nicely--if I do say so myself. A.K.A. The b*tch wouldn't give me the opportunity to speak to her alone and I didn't want to cause a ruckus in front of her family.
I let her know that I KNOW about her comments. I let her know that she doesn't HAVE TO read my blog (but I know she will because she's a nosey b*tch). And I let her know that I'm going to continue being myself no matter what she thinks. Because HER opinion and her friendship mean less than nothing to me.
Funny how a person like her, who IGNORANTLY shuns a close member of her very own family just for being gay, feels like she has the right to criticize and judge me (and my relationships). Puh-leeze, B*tch.
They say that living well is the best revenge.
To some extent, I believe that.
But, I also believe what my Momma says.
She says that looking your best is the ultimate revenge.
And since when I confronted this jackass, she looked like crap---AND I didn't?
I'd say that my Momma is brilliant.